This Blue Plow Daoist is a descendant of the Great Emperor of the Big Dipper among the Five Emperors of the Demonic Sect. He also cultivated in the Kunlun Sect, one of the Nine Great Sects of the Daoist Sect. He possesses both the carefree and unrestrained nature of the immortal path and the capriciousness of the demonic sect, making his temperament truly unfathomable.
Otherwise, Lin Yi would have gone in long ago to become an apprentice.
The Divine Sect and the Demonic Cult dominate the north, but their disciples almost never set foot in the Central Plains. Apart from places like the Jade Pear Great Demon Kingdom with its unique national circumstances, the rules of other demonic sects are quite lenient, and they are taught the true method of immortality upon entry.
Of course, it is as easy for members of the Demonic Sect to kill as breathing. Even their disciples are killed if they are not diligent enough in their cultivation and their progress is not as expected, so as not to make a fool of themselves.
One of the nine great wandering immortals of the unorthodox sect, Daoist Baigu, failed in his attempts at Taoism and Buddhism, and finally joined the demonic sect, but was almost expelled from the sect for being a useless piece of trash.
After narrowly escaping death and fleeing overseas, Daoist Baigu was filled with resentment and made a grand vow. He eventually created a unique method to attain immortality and achieved the Great Dao. His life story can only be described as legendary.
Getting back to the main point, on this morning, Lin Yi wandered around Xuanwu Lake, which was only half a mile away from the Taoist temple where Jiao Fei and his disciples were staying.
After a year of reflection, his cultivation had reached a bottleneck. Without the combined effects of innate true water and true fire to harmonize the Kan and Li trigrams and regulate Yin and Yang, he could not continue cultivating.
As the ancients said, in the third month of spring in Jiangnan, mist and rain rise in the air.
Although Chang'an is not in the Jiangnan region and there was no drizzle at this time, the mist rising from Xuanwu Lake was like a layer of fine smoke, a truly beautiful sight.
Lin Yi arrived at a weeping willow tree on the shore and saw a handsome young man with a yellow face, wearing a Taoist robe, sitting under the tree with his eyes closed in meditation.
A light mist rose from the surface of Xuanwu Lake, and as if it had come to life, it seeped into the body of the yellow-faced boy.
A while later, the sky brightened, the rising sun burst forth, enveloping the yellow-faced boy, and the layer of water vapor, like a light veil, gradually dissipated.
The sallow-faced youth stood up, casually flicking his Taoist robe, only to find that his clothes had become three or four pounds heavier, completely soaked by the water vapor. His cultivation had improved, and he was overjoyed, not caring about his wet clothes. He subtly activated the Black Water True Technique he had learned, instantly transforming the moisture on his clothes into wisps of water vapor.
Lin Yi, who was standing to the side, stepped forward and said, "This fellow Daoist looks somewhat familiar?"
The yellow-faced youth had already noticed Lin Yi standing to the side. Upon hearing this, he smiled and said, "I met you once on Vermilion Bird Street, Daoist. There was a girl in white who asked you for help."
“It was that day,” Lin Yi said, clapping his hands.
After exchanging names and chatting for a few more minutes, Jiao Fei asked, "What happened to the girl who asked the Taoist priest for help that day?"
Lin Yi smiled slightly and said, "The girl's name is Su Huan. Her older sister was captured by two villains who wanted to use her to cultivate some kind of evil magic. I have already rescued her sister and killed those two evil cultivators who were causing havoc on the world."
"The Daoist Master is truly virtuous," Jiao Fei said admiringly.
Lin Yi waved his hand and said, "In this world, in the Central Plains, the North, the East Sea, the Western Regions, and Miao territory, which place doesn't have evil cultivators who harm the common people? Those I can kill, those I dare to kill, are all minor characters that no one cares about. Those great demons are all domesticated. Fellow Daoist Jiao, have you ever read 'Journey to the West' compiled by Wu Cheng'en, the 'Number One Master of the South'?"
Jiao Fei nodded and said, "I've read it. What the Taoist priest is trying to say is that reality is similar to the situation in the book."
“No.” Lin Yi shook his head slightly and said, “Many times, reality is more absurd than in books.”
After talking for a while, Jiao Fei took his leave and went back to the Taoist temple to serve his master.
Lin Yi then found a bookstore in Chang'an and bought a complete set of all the novels about gods and monsters in the store.
From the founding emperor to the current Emperor Li Ying, the Tang Dynasty has been influenced by Buddhism and Taoism. As a result, many frustrated scholars enjoyed writing about these subjects. Although they were not part of the mainstream literary circles, their works were widely circulated and they were traditionally known as the "Four Great Masters of the East, South, West, and North." Among them, Wu Cheng'en, known as the "First Master of the South," and Pu Songling, the most famous in the North who called himself the "Talented Fox," had the most widely circulated works.
However, the one hailed as the "Number One Xianxia" is none other than the talented scholar Huanzhu Louzhu. It is said that he could write ten thousand words a day and eight thousand words a night, and could complete four or five books a month. His prolific output was unparalleled in the world, but unfortunately, very few of his works have survived.
Lin Yi visited several bookstores before he was able to collect most of the books.
On the east side of Zhuque Avenue, at the top of the Dapeng Mingwang Pagoda in the Yan Shangshu Mansion.
Lin Yi was holding a copy of "Shushan" and savoring it carefully. The text was bizarre and magnificent, beyond imagination, and had never been thought of by anyone before. The story was imaginative and unconventional, making it so captivating that one could not put the book down.
This Immortal Gourd World, the Primordial Universe, was created by the Toad Daoist.
After attaining enlightenment on Earth, this Daoist retraced the flow of time, reversing the Five Primordial Elements, and used the Primordial Qi to permeate all realms past, present, and future. He was omniscient, omnipresent, and omnipotent. This was a realm even higher than the Tenth Order of Primordial Creation, a true transcendence.
It is quite normal that the primordial universe it left behind contains many traces of Chinese civilization.
The Great Xia world, the Great Ming world, and the Immortal Gourd world that Lin Yi experienced, all share a common language and similar writing system, as if an invisible thread connects these different worlds.
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Time always flies when someone is engrossed in reading.
In the blink of an eye, more than ten days have passed.
Lin Yi overheard people talking on the street, saying that Emperor Li had selected 147 extraordinary people for this Water and Land Assembly, and that a longevity ceremony would be held soon to extend his own life by one cycle.
Lin Yi closed the book "Shushan" in his hand and turned his gaze to the magnificent imperial palace.
The various masters hidden within the city are probably all ready to make their move.
A storm is brewing!
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Chapter Forty-Five: Qi Circulation and Refining, Nine-Character Sanskrit Inscription
That night, the moon rose above the treetops.
Lin Yi was sitting cross-legged on the bottom floor of the Great Peng Mingwang Pagoda, cultivating with his eyes closed, nurturing his true energy in preparation for future cultivation.
Suddenly, the sky was filled with the sounds of wind and thunder. A black rainbow rose from the direction of the palace, briefly touched dozens of beams of light of various colors, and then shot off like an arrow towards the outside of the city.
Of those dozens of colorful rays of light, most could not keep up with the black rainbow's lightning-fast speed. Only two sharp, incomparably powerful blue-white rays of light, like two jade ribbons, followed closely behind.
As the two sides flew over a Taoist temple, several golden arcs rose from below, striking the two beams of blue-white light behind them.
The two beams of blue-white light seemed to have not expected that someone would block them from below, and were thus slightly stopped.
However, the two streaks of blue and white light seemed to take the fleeing black rainbow very seriously. After a brief pause, they accelerated again without stopping at all.